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I think my neighbours are either noisy, okay or demented (a live next to a Newcastle Utd fan). I chat with them and occasionally have a drink with them but in retrospect I don’t know them very well. The majority of us live in our own little bubbles, protected, surrounded by loved ones and unwilling to get involved with what is happening ‘next door’. The friendly neighbourhood has disappeared and that really is sad. Society is too lenient with children and criminals, neither of these groups can be touched as they are too protected. Actually that’s not a point for my rambling post.
This is – the internet. I don’t use it that much, usually just to post on here, buy stuff from SR or do research for my degree but I’ve never really surfed the internet. I’m not that naïve and do know of some things which can be found but this weekend I discovered a much darker side to it.
Reading a magazine in the hairdressers I was shocked and heartbroken to read of a young man, outwardly happy with everything going for him, who’d committed suicide with the help of the internet. Apparently he’d been secretly going to a chat room and getting help to plan it. He’d been given information on how to time it, how to act so no-one would be suspicion, how to tie up his affairs etc. and I remember thinking ‘doesn’t he have a friend who he could talk to’. My next thought was, dear god, there are sites to be found to help you do this.
Normally this would have just been forgotten by me but on Sunday night / Monday morning I watched Bodyshock. This covered the recent case of the guy who tried to share and eat a certain intimate part of his new friend before helping the guy to die, ready to be dissected and eaten. Again the contact had been made by the internet, using chat rooms that discuss, fantasize, and at least in this case, carry out cannibalism. He’d built a slaughter room and posted pictures of it when asking for volunteers to contact him to be eaten. In the program they spoke to work colleagues of the volunteer and they all said he was normal, they’d suspected nothing. Even the guy’s ‘live in’ friend knew nothing about this. The cannibal himself lived in a small village, only seven houses, and his neighbours knew nothing about this. He had been considered a normal enough guy.
Actually that program made me question myself as quite a few stories I’ve posted on here have revolved around castration and cannibalism. Especially my last one where I ground bones to mix with flour, believing this to be unreal and a joke, only to discover that the guy above actually did this. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not weird and quite sane so that is a relief.
I have, thankfully, never even stumbled upon a site like the two above.
If you think of people like the Wests – how did they get away with it for so long? It would be easy to blame this blindness on todays society but people were chopping other people up and putting them in acid while women were still scrubbing their front steps.
The beginning of this topic and the end do actually tie up, admittedly somewhat loosely, but the next time you hear bumping and sawing from your neighbours don’t just assume they are putting up a bookcase.
I’m not sure there is a point to the above other then just to clarify some of my thoughts so if you made it to the end, thanks for taking the time. Now I’m off to write about unicorns and rainbows in an effort to change my preferred written word.
This is – the internet. I don’t use it that much, usually just to post on here, buy stuff from SR or do research for my degree but I’ve never really surfed the internet. I’m not that naïve and do know of some things which can be found but this weekend I discovered a much darker side to it.
Reading a magazine in the hairdressers I was shocked and heartbroken to read of a young man, outwardly happy with everything going for him, who’d committed suicide with the help of the internet. Apparently he’d been secretly going to a chat room and getting help to plan it. He’d been given information on how to time it, how to act so no-one would be suspicion, how to tie up his affairs etc. and I remember thinking ‘doesn’t he have a friend who he could talk to’. My next thought was, dear god, there are sites to be found to help you do this.
Normally this would have just been forgotten by me but on Sunday night / Monday morning I watched Bodyshock. This covered the recent case of the guy who tried to share and eat a certain intimate part of his new friend before helping the guy to die, ready to be dissected and eaten. Again the contact had been made by the internet, using chat rooms that discuss, fantasize, and at least in this case, carry out cannibalism. He’d built a slaughter room and posted pictures of it when asking for volunteers to contact him to be eaten. In the program they spoke to work colleagues of the volunteer and they all said he was normal, they’d suspected nothing. Even the guy’s ‘live in’ friend knew nothing about this. The cannibal himself lived in a small village, only seven houses, and his neighbours knew nothing about this. He had been considered a normal enough guy.
Actually that program made me question myself as quite a few stories I’ve posted on here have revolved around castration and cannibalism. Especially my last one where I ground bones to mix with flour, believing this to be unreal and a joke, only to discover that the guy above actually did this. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not weird and quite sane so that is a relief.
I have, thankfully, never even stumbled upon a site like the two above.
If you think of people like the Wests – how did they get away with it for so long? It would be easy to blame this blindness on todays society but people were chopping other people up and putting them in acid while women were still scrubbing their front steps.
The beginning of this topic and the end do actually tie up, admittedly somewhat loosely, but the next time you hear bumping and sawing from your neighbours don’t just assume they are putting up a bookcase.
I’m not sure there is a point to the above other then just to clarify some of my thoughts so if you made it to the end, thanks for taking the time. Now I’m off to write about unicorns and rainbows in an effort to change my preferred written word.
My neighbours - one side ultra quiet - Pleasantville style young family of four and on the right a bit more down to earth - more sociable loud family.
My neighbors: They are my age and have 2 kids, yes, they are 17 and 18. And are both townies, the only reason they can afford a house in my area is because they rent it off our old neighbors.
They play load music at all hours. There baby is always crying, and bangs on the wall. FOR NO REASON. You can here them having sex. Grr.
And they give me weird looks.
They play load music at all hours. There baby is always crying, and bangs on the wall. FOR NO REASON. You can here them having sex. Grr.
And they give me weird looks.
On one side there's a man (late 50s) who has one lung (or so I'm told) and his daughter who is 16. Never see them apart from when they drive away in their red car. I can hear them though, arguing: tantrums mixed with growling rebuffs.
On the other side is a bachelor excec-type who, from what I can gather, is hardly ever home.
I don't know any of them, but I am reclusive by nature - (too secretive: corpses under the floorbaords, etc).
On the other side is a bachelor excec-type who, from what I can gather, is hardly ever home.
I don't know any of them, but I am reclusive by nature - (too secretive: corpses under the floorbaords, etc).
I shoot my neigbours with airguns from my window and video the results.
True Story.
They are pretty decent people though really, and the fact that I live in the countryside helps.
True Story.
They are pretty decent people though really, and the fact that I live in the countryside helps.
We used to have a tight little community here, but now a lot of the older residents have either moved, or passed on. After my neighbours on one side both died, the council house went on to this scumbag, workshy family that drank and smoked all day - the garden stank of beer. Now they've gone and we've got a youngish couple with a child. The child cries all the time, and someone found it in the street the other day, after it had been left home alone and managed to open the front door. The Police came, but my Dad had been in the house to look for the parents and shut the door after him, so the Police had to smash it down! Not the best of first impressions...
On the other side, we've always had nice people. First an old couple that took me to Wipsnade(sp?) Safari park when I was little, and we always spoke to them. Then we had a 30-something couple move in, with a cat and a dog. They split up, moved away, but gave us the cat! We still have her - 16 and going strong! Later found out that the man died of a brain tumour. Then we had a family move in, but recently the wife left, leaving the husband and their male lodger. We always thought that something was going on...gay-wise...but apparently that wasn't the case, adn we found out the other day that the lodger left "weeks ago". Now the man lives there on his own, with nowt but a Great Dane to keep him company. The house is on the market.
And, of course, who can forget the charming incident a few weeks back, when someone round our area decided to threaten another neighbour with death. Loudly. By banging on his car. In my garages. Still don't know who it was, but I think the people in the car were the neighbours who left the kid home alone... It's not a bad area, but it has gone downhill in the last few years. Most of the kids went to the nearby school and have grown up with each other, but they normally grow apart. That's what happened to me. I don't even speak to people that live just opposite of me very often now.
At least no-one round here has explosive tourettes, eh, Snuggly?
On the other side, we've always had nice people. First an old couple that took me to Wipsnade(sp?) Safari park when I was little, and we always spoke to them. Then we had a 30-something couple move in, with a cat and a dog. They split up, moved away, but gave us the cat! We still have her - 16 and going strong! Later found out that the man died of a brain tumour. Then we had a family move in, but recently the wife left, leaving the husband and their male lodger. We always thought that something was going on...gay-wise...but apparently that wasn't the case, adn we found out the other day that the lodger left "weeks ago". Now the man lives there on his own, with nowt but a Great Dane to keep him company. The house is on the market.
And, of course, who can forget the charming incident a few weeks back, when someone round our area decided to threaten another neighbour with death. Loudly. By banging on his car. In my garages. Still don't know who it was, but I think the people in the car were the neighbours who left the kid home alone... It's not a bad area, but it has gone downhill in the last few years. Most of the kids went to the nearby school and have grown up with each other, but they normally grow apart. That's what happened to me. I don't even speak to people that live just opposite of me very often now.
At least no-one round here has explosive tourettes, eh, Snuggly?
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I think my neighbours are either noisy, okay or demented (a live next to a Newcastle Utd fan). I chat with them and occasionally have a drink with them but in retrospect I don’t know them very well. The majority of us live in our own little bubbles, protected, surrounded by loved ones and unwilling to get involved with what is happening ‘next door’. The friendly neighbourhood has disappeared and that really is sad. Society is too lenient with children and criminals, neither of these groups can be touched as they are too protected. Actually that’s not a point for my rambling post.
This is – the internet. I don’t use it that much, usually just to post on here, buy stuff from SR or do research for my degree but I’ve never really surfed the internet. I’m not that naïve and do know of some things which can be found but this weekend I discovered a much darker side to it.
Reading a magazine in the hairdressers I was shocked and heartbroken to read of a young man, outwardly happy with everything going for him, who’d committed suicide with the help of the internet. Apparently he’d been secretly going to a chat room and getting help to plan it. He’d been given information on how to time it, how to act so no-one would be suspicion, how to tie up his affairs etc. and I remember thinking ‘doesn’t he have a friend who he could talk to’. My next thought was, dear god, there are sites to be found to help you do this.
Normally this would have just been forgotten by me but on Sunday night / Monday morning I watched Bodyshock. This covered the recent case of the guy who tried to share and eat a certain intimate part of his new friend before helping the guy to die, ready to be dissected and eaten. Again the contact had been made by the internet, using chat rooms that discuss, fantasize, and at least in this case, carry out cannibalism. He’d built a slaughter room and posted pictures of it when asking for volunteers to contact him to be eaten. In the program they spoke to work colleagues of the volunteer and they all said he was normal, they’d suspected nothing. Even the guy’s ‘live in’ friend knew nothing about this. The cannibal himself lived in a small village, only seven houses, and his neighbours knew nothing about this. He had been considered a normal enough guy.
Actually that program made me question myself as quite a few stories I’ve posted on here have revolved around castration and cannibalism. Especially my last one where I ground bones to mix with flour, believing this to be unreal and a joke, only to discover that the guy above actually did this. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not weird and quite sane so that is a relief.
I have, thankfully, never even stumbled upon a site like the two above.
If you think of people like the Wests – how did they get away with it for so long? It would be easy to blame this blindness on todays society but people were chopping other people up and putting them in acid while women were still scrubbing their front steps.
The beginning of this topic and the end do actually tie up, admittedly somewhat loosely, but the next time you hear bumping and sawing from your neighbours don’t just assume they are putting up a bookcase.
I’m not sure there is a point to the above other then just to clarify some of my thoughts so if you made it to the end, thanks for taking the time. Now I’m off to write about unicorns and rainbows in an effort to change my preferred written word.
This is – the internet. I don’t use it that much, usually just to post on here, buy stuff from SR or do research for my degree but I’ve never really surfed the internet. I’m not that naïve and do know of some things which can be found but this weekend I discovered a much darker side to it.
Reading a magazine in the hairdressers I was shocked and heartbroken to read of a young man, outwardly happy with everything going for him, who’d committed suicide with the help of the internet. Apparently he’d been secretly going to a chat room and getting help to plan it. He’d been given information on how to time it, how to act so no-one would be suspicion, how to tie up his affairs etc. and I remember thinking ‘doesn’t he have a friend who he could talk to’. My next thought was, dear god, there are sites to be found to help you do this.
Normally this would have just been forgotten by me but on Sunday night / Monday morning I watched Bodyshock. This covered the recent case of the guy who tried to share and eat a certain intimate part of his new friend before helping the guy to die, ready to be dissected and eaten. Again the contact had been made by the internet, using chat rooms that discuss, fantasize, and at least in this case, carry out cannibalism. He’d built a slaughter room and posted pictures of it when asking for volunteers to contact him to be eaten. In the program they spoke to work colleagues of the volunteer and they all said he was normal, they’d suspected nothing. Even the guy’s ‘live in’ friend knew nothing about this. The cannibal himself lived in a small village, only seven houses, and his neighbours knew nothing about this. He had been considered a normal enough guy.
Actually that program made me question myself as quite a few stories I’ve posted on here have revolved around castration and cannibalism. Especially my last one where I ground bones to mix with flour, believing this to be unreal and a joke, only to discover that the guy above actually did this. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not weird and quite sane so that is a relief.
I have, thankfully, never even stumbled upon a site like the two above.
If you think of people like the Wests – how did they get away with it for so long? It would be easy to blame this blindness on todays society but people were chopping other people up and putting them in acid while women were still scrubbing their front steps.
The beginning of this topic and the end do actually tie up, admittedly somewhat loosely, but the next time you hear bumping and sawing from your neighbours don’t just assume they are putting up a bookcase.
I’m not sure there is a point to the above other then just to clarify some of my thoughts so if you made it to the end, thanks for taking the time. Now I’m off to write about unicorns and rainbows in an effort to change my preferred written word.